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Prayer "For
World Peace"

Peace is the manifestation of
the will, wisdom and love of God in the world.

Meditation

In the Name of our Heavenly
Father, the God of peace,

In the Name of the Christ, the
Spirit of Peace,

And in the Name of the Holy
Spirit, the Mind of Peace,

We realize now peace infinite,
peace transmuting,

peace eternal,

Throughout the world, now and
forever.

(by Hanna Jacob Doumette)

Tired of the same old greeting
cards? We have something different...something unique in the way
of greetings.

Here you will find none of those
trite sayings, but true inspirational poetry touching the heart
and soul in a very special way. Our cards can be sent all year
round, to share with someone a beautifully expressed profound
thought or feeling....

(Quotes) Thought for the day:

1: "Children do have a way of bringing us back into focus,
usually throwing a slow curve that ends up being a strike to the
heart of the matter. Some large lessons of love have come to me
from much smaller sizes than myself."

2: "Love is such a wondrous joyat times even a beautiful
tragedy when the good is all that is recalled. Regardless, Love
is always love,omnipotent and immortal."

3: "like I keep trying to tell my cats, all is not tabby-treats
and refreshing (I guess) toilet-water."

4: "The all-seeing eye of the heart if allowed to open
will always see love first."

5: "Love is patient...quietly waiting to show despite
our rejectionabiding in silence as ordered until our cloaking
lifted for release and full expression. What joy that moment of
uncoveringthe heart purely exposed, our greatest lamp."

"When thinking of the heart broken, sometimes I feel quite
old, having lived such suffering, realizing the hearts special
pain one never shakes loose of entirely. And then also feel young,
thinking of new stars, and how the failure of one relationship
can be the foundation for the birth of another, lessons learned
the transformative light for love ever-more complete and satisfying."
(by Joe DiMino)

"Divine Intimacy" by Joe DiMino

Love, now
With the end nearing
Of this dated form
Called mine,
You increase! (Your blessed
Virus taking firmer hold);

Ah! If all the countless
Ails of this world were
So dear and the many
Abrasions so warmly salved
As by Your gracing,

Then would the naysayer
(Dissenter from God and faith)
Say, You, Love, are greater,

And, apparently, greater still
Even in death

But, alas, one cannot tell
Such an intimate as ours
Divine; for such intimacy
Is impossible by design
And to the doubtful
Without his or her hand
In the wound
One cannot begin
To define

"This Tear" (by Joe DiMino)

This tear I cry
It is not just for me
For this tear I do not
Shed but release
And that which we release
Is a freedom shared
Forgiveness travels
An eternity .

"No image leaves us entirely once it has
been seen and loved ." (by Joe DiMino)

"Transformed Heart" by Joe DiMino

It is the world
That declares
The elements
Of beauty
While God sees
The deeper parts;
Therefore,
Obvious measures
Are little more
Than surface charts
If one to know
The pure nature of beauty
Where to first step
Or from which port to part
It is the path of love
And the vessel
A transformed heart

("If your tastes in literature are more classic
in nature: the likes of The Chronicles Of Narnia and the Hobbit,
"Land Of Beginnings" will enchant you from start to
thrilling finish!"--Review by "Phoenix Authors' Voice.")
"Land
of Beginnings"

Hats are $30.00
($65.00 with flower)--Handmade, assorted fabric, one of a kind.

Also by Ila: See your
poetry on a beautifully embroidered Silk Pillow for that special
gift.

One of a kind handmade
angels and teddybears.

The Authors Of The American Constitution
(By Hanna Jacob Doumette)

Through divine destiny the American nation was created. It
assembled from all over the earth to make a new world. Moved
by irresistible inner power, peoples of adventure, high ambitions
and pioneering instincts migrated from the old world to the new,
to begin to live again. They left their countries and homes in
pursuit of happiness, liberty, equality, enterprise and peace.
The American nation was born, and the world was born again. The
American nation was destined to create a new race that must give
birth to a New Age, the cradle of physical, mental and spiritual
liberty.
Great leaders, animated with the American Spirit, and illumined
with the light of faith, justice, integrity and brotherhood answered
the call of humanity. They lived and loved the spirit of freedom,
equality, goodness and altruism. They believed in the divine
right, spiritual liberty and well-being of man to which they
consecrated their lives.
Newness of life, religious freedom, liberty, progress and enterprise
lived in their hearts, flooded their minds and charged their
consciousness, powers that they sought to establish under the
sun. They carved a new nation into the human kingdom, a nation
to bear the banner of faith in God, religious independence, justice
and the individual's divine right to victory.
They denied themselves every comfort to make the American Kingdom
a civilization of the ideal--the Christian. Their faith, devotion,
trust in the Almighty and conscientious endeavors released the
White Flame, the cosmic energy, in their beings. They ignited
a celestial fire that no force can quench. They unbridled the
celestial flame that leaps eternally in the name of truth, righteousness,
and well-being.
They inscribed and witnessed a Constitution based on the spirituality
and divine rights of man and directed his consciousness to the
Divine within. It was the inspiration and translation of the
truth, life, reality and cosmic laws and principals that they
turned upon during their heartfelt meditation and cosmic communion
with the creator.
A sublime and undying Constitution was born to become the power,
standard, law, order and method of the great and greatly destined
nation. It was received by their spiritual consciousness, and
it registered in their minds, entered their souls, filled their
lives, before it was spoken audibly. In the sphere of their intelligences,
they transferred principals to laws, and spiritual visions to
outer realities, and they established the spiritual foundation
for the cosmic structure of a free, practical and idealistic
civilization--a civilization of brotherhood and liberty, which
they cherished and for which they lived and gave all.

Encrypted by the Maker,
Deciphered by
Men and women
With ears to the earth
And eyes to the sky--

They have never forgotten
The Great Plains--
Its deep thunder of buffalo;
One with brother eagle
Respectful of thermals
And winds
Shared a treasured high

The unbreakable code
A language of Spirit--

A Prayer for National
Blessing and for Members Of Our Armed Forces by Hanna Jacob Doumette

Holy Father, Divine and eternal,
we enter into the depth of our consciousness now
to meditate upon peace in the world, in the nations and in the
heart of man.
Holy and beloved Father, in Thy Name and in the Name of the Christ,
our Lord, we
bless this country today with the Spirit of Christ, with the spirit
of protection and triumph, with the spirit of the Glory of God
made manifest in man.
We bless the President of the United States of America. We bless
all the leaders of this glorious race, and we realize the presence
of the Holy Spirit with us. We realize our victory supreme. We
realize the victory of Truth, spiritual liberty and absolute justice.
May the wings of the Almighty God hover over our country. May
the will of God deliver us from evil. May the mind of God lead
us on the path of righteousness, triumph and liberty.
We pray for our soldiers; we pray for those who are on the land.
May the God of earth be with them, be their Heavenly Father and
Protector, the mighty one within them.
We pray for those who are on the seas; may Divine Soul, the Universal
Soul, deliver them from evil, protect them, be with them, see
to their safety, and give them triumph, the triumph of the Children
of Light.
We pray for those who ride the air; may the Universal Spirit,
the God of spirituality, of celestial realms and liberty, bless
them, be their Guardian, their Protector. Bless them with safety,
with supremacy of consciousness and with well being.
In Thy Name we bless the world today, realizing the peace of God.
We are blessed now with Divine Presence, with the presence of
the Christ, our Lord.
To God, our Father, be glory and dominion, now and forever--Amen.

Two charming Christmas stories to read
to your children for the holiday.

"The Angel Who Lost Her Tree"by Joe DiMino who retains all rights.

Celeste was a pretty little angel. Everyone in Heaven loved
her. She had the most charming wings, and rainbow halo; however,
she had the forgetful habit of loosing things. When put in charge
of clouds, a responsible position for all the flowers depended
on the rain, she seemed to always misplace a fewdropping
them between mountains making for foggy valleys; and even when
rain fell from the clouds that Celeste was to oversee, several
drops never made their way to the ground to nourish the crops
in the fields and fruit trees, and no-one could ever find them
no matter where they looked. But she was still loved, for that
is Heavens way. And God often reminded the other angels,
that they must care for one another, just as they care for all
the children in the world; watching over them as they sleep, and
staying close, protecting them throughout the day while at school
and later at play. So Gods response to the angels who thought
Celeste was not of the highest rank was to give Celeste a very
special responsibilityshe would have her own Christmas tree.

Now as you knowor perhaps you dont know so let
me briefly explain: Some pine trees are blessed to be very special
trees, with the greatest honorthat of becoming a seasons
Christmas tree. They had to be just the right height, and grow
no taller, for every family had their prayer order. They had to
have just the right shape, and holiday greenwith all of
winters charming pine-fragrance, ultra frosting for just
the right gleam. And that was the dilemmaCeleste had gotten
separated from her tree.

As you know, or perhaps dont know, so I will briefly
explainvery briefly, for Christmas is only days away. What
would a tree do without its angel atop? So sad if not one to hear
childrens prayers and wishes; to bless the lights, the silver
tinsel and charming decorationsall made with love, watched
over by Guardians high above. Yes, what would Celestes tree
do if the top were bare, without her angels care? She was
frantic, and searched the forest, thinking perhaps it had not
yet been cut. She tried the many parking lots and corners, where
trees had gatheredalready having been sorted, proudly waiting
to be picked-up by their rightful owners. But Celeste could not
find hers. She began to weepher tears growing cold and changing
to snow. Of course, though Celeste did not know it at the time,
this was good; the children having all wished for snow on Christmas,
and till then there had not fell a single flake; not one snowball
any child was able to make. Soon the entire city was covered in
Christmas-whitewith snow reflecting all the many colored
lights. Celeste grew sadderwhich was good, for her tree
heard her weep; and as everyone knowsor perhaps you dont
know, so I will briefly assure you, that Christmas trees never
sleep. Though you dont see them, they have ears and eyes
way up above; seeing all and hearing all, ready to respond with
love. Eyes of the many angels are seen as a sky of Christmas lights.
Ears are the countless hosts of Heaven, as many as neededalways
listening, at least two hearing every prayer, applauding every
hymn celebrating Christmas nights. We celebrate Christmas nights
as we do the joyful Eves and Days. The earth blessed by God with
never-ending mirth when our greatest worth acknowledged is that
of Jesus holy birth. Celestes tree grew ever greener
and brightertill Celeste could not help but notice such
outpouring of light. Celeste found her tree; and I do believe
it could very well be your tree? A Merry Christmas to alland
to all a good night.

"Poe's Christmas" by
Joe DiMino who retains all rights

The family collie, Me-too, was best buddy to Purr-a-lot, the
family cat; and they both liked the old raven, Poenamed
after a famous poet. Poe had broken his wing, and the Kellys had
taken him in, caring for him till it had mended and he was ready
again to fly. But Poe decided he would stay; which the Kellys
seemed to think a perfectly novel idea. I mean, how many families
had a resident raven?especially one intelligent as Poe who
knew exactly how to say Thank you. They were a kind
family, and did not startle him like other humans. There was Father
Carl, Mother Emma, and the two children, 7 year old Sarah and
5 year old Peter. In such a brief time, Poe had become fond of
them allespecially Me-Too and Purr-a-lot. And that was Poes
dilemma. Christmas was tomorrow, and Poe had flown all over the
neighborhood trying to find suitable gifts; but the trees were
bare, for it was winter, with no fruit to be gathered for a basket.
And the flowers had long withered from the cold. Poe wanted so
to give Purr-a-lot a red rose for her shinny rhinestone collar.
He adored Purr-a-lot, her white fur was always soft and clean,
and she would often let him snuggle to keep warm. He thought she
must be the fluffiest cat in the entire world. But from him there
would be no fruit basket for the Kellys, and no flower for Purr-a-lots
collar. As for Me-too, Poe had hoped to find him a juicy steak
bone. Me-too loved bonesjust the mere mention got his tail
wagging like a motor. And he had the whitest teeth, and would
give you the biggest and brightest dog smile one could imaginewide
enough to make a Ravens wings happily flutter. But with
all the new fangled garbage cans, with those special lids to keep
out varmintswhat a horrible word he thoughthe found
them impossible to openPoe having been in the past always
a conscientious recycler when it came to good garbage. Why it
would take a master burglar to open one Poe frowned (if you can
imagine a Ravens frown). At times like these he wished he
had been born a raccoon, experts at getting in and out of most
anything.

He sadly flew to his perch, on a stand alongside the Christmas
tree. Everyone had gone to bed, but the lights were left on seeing
how it was Christmas Eve and Santa would need to see as he went
about his favorite choregiving. Poe recalled the story Father
Carl had told the children before sending them off to bed: He
thought of Rudolf leading Santas sleigh, full of presents.
He thought of the proud deers shinny bright nose. What made
it glow so? And how could reindeers fly without wings? For all
the children to have their special gifts, the ones that could
only come from Santa, he thought it must take many trips. He wondered
how did Mrs. and Mr. Santa Clause and the elves manage it all?every
year finishing by Christmas Eve, having all the gifts wrapped
and ready to deliver. If he had thought of Christmas sooner, he
wondered, would he have perhaps found gifts for his friends? Most
of all, he thoughtperhaps the spirit of giving should be
every day of the year, for even the thought made him feel good?
He fell asleep and soon dreamed of the angel atop the tree. The
angel asked Poe, why so sad? And he explained that he did not
have gifts for his friends. She smiledwaved her wand and
three more gifts were beneath the tree. She said, little raven
wishes are freeand if one dare wish something really big,
unselfish and good, perhaps the world will take notice. The children
entered the room all excited and thrilled. Poe wondered if he
was still asleep?for the last three gifts opened were: a
fruit basket for the Kellysa rose for Purr-a-lots
collarand hugest bone one could image for Me-too. Ohand
there was another gift Poe had not seen, hidden behind the others.
With the warmest smile, it was handed to him by Emma. Poe used
his beak to pull off the ribbon and then with the help of
his long toes hastened to separate the paper. It was a ring of
seeds, a gift he wanted but with all the worry had forgotten to
ask of the angel something for himself. Poe looked up, and there
was the angel atop the treeglitteringand most would
think, though lovely, only a proper ornament. However Poe knew
different. While wanting to say more, he knew only how to sayThank
you. So he did just that, said Thank you; but the
angel, he sensed, knew everything else that was in his heart.

(A thought for Christian Grade-School teachers: these would
make lovely stories for your children to illustrate and then make
into a book let as a class project for the holidays--have each
child sign his or her name on their drawing. If you wish to do
this, you have my permission. Joe DiMino/author)

Wherever Thou are
We go
Following Thy blessed glow;
Wherever a Cross
Planted we sow;
From out of earths dark
Yet fertile soil will grow
Your Kingdom, all Light
To eternally flow
Heavens tenders of the garden
Children to enlighten
As a new humanity
Come to the garden
To cherish and know
Light of the Christ Star
Wherever love
Forever there You are
Fathers Blazing Sun
No longer divided
Heaven and earth one
Thy Kingdom Come!
Thy Kingdom Come!

"The Nicest Present" (by Joe DiMino)

The nicest present
Under the tree
Is the Christ of God
Offering His Salvation
With love for eternity
The nicest gift
Given back to God
Is the Christ of God
Embraced by all man

"God's Song" (by Joe DiMino)

It is Gods Song
The baby sparrow
From his broken shell calling;
Gods Song
The infant
At his mothers breast
Weaning;
Angel harps
Between blossoms
Golden stringing, playing
The apples patiently listening
Waiting to sing along
With God in tone
His green
To ripening song

Gods Song
By Him Alone

"Little Light from Above" (by Joe DiMino)

Little Light from above
Came down so earth
Could cradle Gods love
Infant Divine;

Little Light from above
Man saw for himself
God in his image
Made conscious
Of the Spirit Christ
Awakened his new body
Divine;

Transformed by Light
The name of Jesus
Made bright
As that of the Father;
Made radiant
As that of the Mother
For love is
The Sun/Son of us all.

"LIGHT"(Author: Joe DiMino)

How alive the light appears--
bending with the water--
sliding from points of crests;
making one wonder
if light is only above
or somewhere in depth of sea
a spirit spark swells
until it can do but one thing-surface!
This is not morning sun rising;
or moon or starlight
tempting one to dream--
it is the light that men follow...
even onto the cross...

"Love, the Ultimate Elevator" (author, Joe DiMino)

One does not get to heaven
By works alone, I have heard;
But by faith
According to priests interpretation
Of The word;

Yet, I dare say
In truth
The ultimate elevator
Is love

And not one syllable
Without it

Read or uttered

Lifts man and his earth
To greater experience
As that above .

"Liberated Soul" by Joe DiMino

To see the souls light
When the dark smudges
Lifted away,
With love always there
Unfettered now freed to ray
Divine emancipation 

"Death?--I Think Not" (by Joe DiMino)

Death?I think not;
Deriving from
The rising smoke
A spirit sense:
Ashes settle
But some would
Rightfully say,
These are only
Flames at rest
A preparation
Of new light.

"Metaphysically Speaking" (by Joe DiMino)

SpaceGods body the invisible;

TimeGods receptacle not exclusive;

CreationGods body the formative;

Christmans freedom and dominion;

KarmaCause-and-effect, also known as the Law...

On Grieving (by Joe DiMino)

Need I dwell
Where the last
Dream fell
And live the
Pain twice

Nay! To your
Fastidious guilt;

Spooning doses
Of Castor oil
While denying
Evacuation

Think not
That I love less
For refusing
To grieve
When care
I more
Than self
To wear a
Smiley Face
Thus ease
The parting
Of a blameless
Soul .

A book of Quotes and Thought for the Day makes a lovely gift
for a special person in your life